I think deep down transportation has always been my favourite aspect of travelling. My earliest travel memories are of the looming noses of planes, little windows with atmospheric wonders, cars — a constant from home — rumbling along through alien landscapes and subway trains being spit out of tunnels. When I think of Bangkok, motorcycle taxies — the little worker-ants of the city — often surface in my memories. However, after exploring the National Museum of Royal Barges my imagination has been chewing on thoughts of parading down the rivers surrounded by the golden boats of the kingdom. Continue reading “National Museum of Royal Barges: Bangkok, Thailand”
Wow. Were medieval rooms really this… colourful? I tipped my head quizzically, as though I thought a new angle would correct what spread before me. Vibrant red, blue and gold encircled the room. It hung from the walls, sprawled across the floor and extended toward me on islands of furniture.
“Colour was expensive. Only the homes of nobles and royalty would have been adorned in these rich colours,” my partner, J, said over my shoulder.
And yet, right then, vibrancy floated freely around the room on the backs of the modern visitors to this medieval scene.
Popping the SD card from my camera and systematically slipping it into the slot on my laptop I scooted back, falling deeper into my chair’s embrace. Having only briefly settled back into my apartment I was already excited to explore Cambodia all over again through my photos.
My finger impatiently ticked in the password to gain entry to my laptop and settled into an idle rhythm as they waited for the SD card to register on the desktop screen. When it finally appeared the mouse zipped over to click it open. Eagerly it snatched up the files from the card and carried them to their new home on my laptop. Continue reading “Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, Phnom Penh”